On first droplets from the sky…..
Thirsty, almost soulless earth
seems to take new
birth…….
with this tentatively shy initiation
the perpetually water hungry…..
womb of our motherland.
Soil fertile…almost going to turn into sand
Ha! Such rejoicing……..
such longing filled prayer
for the rain nectar….
Oh! How our burning souls
food producers’ only goals
all mingle……
in a single master stroke
from the Lord of the sky.
pen-painting
of 13.06.2012
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Lightening and thunder
how much anger……..
resided in the wombs
of the hot sky…….
When sky falls in love
with the earth…
she gives birth
to numerous
love children………..
miniature love droplets
to make the mother
prosperous…………
Her countenance beauteous
Her womb voluptuous…….
poets pen couplets
in description of her nature
virtuous………
POEMS are all but
loves of pain on paper.
All poems thus are…..
luv-poems…..
wild(s) vs. tames
shyness vs. shames
well-footed vs. lames
So much to be said vs.
nothing to be bred……
unlimited lines to be
written vs.
nothing to be read……..